My coffee is lukewarm. I am not amused.
I really wish I weren't so fucking lazy, because then I would get up and put the rest of my coffee in the microwave. Better yet, I wish I were in America, with my mug heater thing. It brings me joy.
But then, if I were in America, I wouldn't have this delishus coffee. Mmm, Spanish coffee. I will admit that Italy has better coffee though. And prettier cities. BUT it lacks well priced tobacco (ahem, 4.50 euros for a pack of SALEM menthols - they don't even SELL Marlboro) and everything is more expensive. And the bread sucks. But, fuck me, the pasta. It was like my own personal demon. Me, the super exchange student who is the only one who actually LOST weight while on exchange - gained half a kilo in Italy. I know, I know, half a kilo, who the hell cares, but still, it's principle.
The fuck am I talking about.
This, yes, this was MF pointless.
Anyway, I'm working on a new fiction - I've been very interested in stalking (Wait that sounds so DAMN WRONG ) OKAY let me start over. So I'm being stalked. Which is hilarious because my so called stalker lives in America. But ANYWAY this has led me to wonder if what Edward does in Twilight is stalkerish, and so I decided to write a fic about it. It's AH and Edward starts out stalking Bella, she's got no idea and then she catches sight of him in an interesting way and begins to stalk him too. Then they meet. What will they say? Somehow I don't think "hey bbz u luk gud iz bin stalkin yooz 4eva cum sex me up nahhh" is the right sentiment. We'll see.
so, check my ffn for that if you are at all interested. http://www.fanfiction.net/~laguardialayover
Guess I'm done here. I had more icons but photobucket is being dumb. Bah!
No, I have a strange urge to tell you (umm, that is if anyone is actually reading this) that I am getting way too comfortable in this vacation thing. It's going to be hard to go back into the bar and to school. Good thing I have two weeks so's I can... Prepare myself. Right.